I’m ok with the recycled panel, because I’m still dizzy figuring out the perspective in the other—who’s driving the boat. Have Mary’s hands grown larger and more more muscular from stirring all that muffin batter? And, if so, will she still be able to hold her tiny dessert plates? So many questions before breakfast.
You might wonder why, if it’s such a beautiful day, no one else is out on the water. It’s well known among the citizens of Santa Royale and as far away as Goleta that this stretch of water is the Worth Meddling Triangle, a dangerous place that is fraught with peril. Some unlucky mariners have disappeared forever while moaning “Who is Estelle? Who is Wilbur? What is a mylo? Oh noooooooooooooo… [glug glug].”
Mary: "For Pete's Sake, Jeff, will you stop with the "perfect match" crapola? Didn't I reassure you just last year how that was true? Now if you'll shut that trap of yours for five minutes, I'd like to finish telling you about Dawn!"
"Absolutely, Jeff. And you know what else is perfect?"
"Our relaxed and extremely natural banter, born of years of a growing deep and passionate knowledge of each other (if not yet in the Biblical sense)?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I was talking about today's sea conditions! Thanks for the free boat rides and fish sticks, and of course for enduring our continuing utter lack of any meaningful human connection whatsoever."
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I’m ok with the recycled panel, because I’m still dizzy figuring out the perspective in the other—who’s driving the boat. Have Mary’s hands grown larger and more more muscular from stirring all that muffin batter? And, if so, will she still be able to hold her tiny dessert plates? So many questions before breakfast.
You might wonder why, if it’s such a beautiful day, no one else is out on the water. It’s well known among the citizens of Santa Royale and as far away as Goleta that this stretch of water is the Worth Meddling Triangle, a dangerous place that is fraught with peril. Some unlucky mariners have disappeared forever while moaning “Who is Estelle? Who is Wilbur? What is a mylo? Oh noooooooooooooo… [glug glug].”
Jeff is so desperate for some canoodling that he's not coming back to shore until . . .
-- Scottie McW.
Mary: "For Pete's Sake, Jeff, will you stop with the "perfect match" crapola? Didn't I reassure you just last year how that was true? Now if you'll shut that trap of yours for five minutes, I'd like to finish telling you about Dawn!"
HelenClark
@fauxprof Yesterday I had a hard time dealing with who was driving the boat. I agree... today's is even worse. WHO'S HANDS ARE THEY???
Aaaaar, Cap’n Jeff! What flag be ye flying? It’s mighty skimpily striped.
"Absolutely, Jeff. And you know what else is perfect?"
"Our relaxed and extremely natural banter, born of years of a growing deep and passionate knowledge of each other (if not yet in the Biblical sense)?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I was talking about today's sea conditions! Thanks for the free boat rides and fish sticks, and of course for enduring our continuing utter lack of any meaningful human connection whatsoever."
You are most welcome, dear.
Remember Seinfeld with George having a girlfriend with Man's Hands ?
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